“How do you feel now?”
A throb of anticipation tightened Luke’s belly. “Like I want you even more inside me. Come on, Prep School.” He turned over on his stomach and rose on his arms and knees. “I’m no virgin, but you’ll need to go slow at first.”
And once again, Jordan began the sweet, languorous kissing up and down Luke’s back. His lean body draped over Luke’s, and he planted a heated kiss on the corner of Luke’s mouth, then whispered in his ear.
“I’ve waited what seems like forever to fuck you, and I’m going to take my sweet time now.” Hunger spiked throughout Luke’s body, but as Jordan’s finger, wet with lubricant, breached his hole, a dark memory snaked around Luke’s spine.
Everything he’d thought he’d buried years ago came rushing back to him now. The yawning darkness of the trucks, their musty, dank smell invading his nostrils as he lay on the different floors. All filthy, all the same humiliation. The hard press of the anonymous trucker’s hand against his back, holding him down. The clinking sound of a belt being undone, and the zip of a zipper dragged down.
The harsh, burning push inside him. The pain and his tears.
Whether or not he made a sound, he didn’t know, but Jordan ceased moving and hugged Luke tight. Entwining their fingers so their hands were clasped tight, Jordan kissed Luke’s neck and cheek, whispering softly into his ear, “It’s going to be okay, babe. Relax. Remember I love you.” Jordan kissed him again and waited.
Luke welcomed the weight of Jordan’s body on top of him. It wasn’t anything like those men before. It didn’t smother him or make him feel trapped. Instead, safety, trust, and faith stole through him. And once he fought past the initial terror, fear, and shame, the earlier hunger and desire roared within him once again. His body ached with a need he’d never experienced.
“Fuck me now. I want you.”
And he meant it. Jordan pressed one last kiss on Luke’s back, and drizzled more lube over his quivering hole. Jordan slid one, then two fingers inside of Luke, and moved them in and out until Luke moaned and rocked his hips back and forth to match Jordan’s movement.
“Now, damn it.” Luke barely had the capacity to catch his breath and speak.
Jordan pushed his sheathed cock into Luke’s willing body, and instead of fearing the invasion, Luke pushed back, sinking Jordan halfway inside. “God, you feel so good.” The stretch and fullness mixed in with the pleasure and the sting and burn until he didn’t know where Jordan began and he ended. The pull and the push and the slow drag of Jordan’s hardness against his sensitized passage sparked an unfamiliar craving within him. A need to be possessed and taken. It shocked and scared him.
A trembling commenced deep inside Luke, like a dark wave that threatened to overtake and drag him under. Luke tensed, and Jordan bent over to kiss him, then whisper in his ear. “Own it, Lucas. Control it. I fucking love you, so take everything you need.” Jordan continued his push deeper and deeper inside of Luke, and Luke’s body began to respond as never before.
Luke’s mind emptied of everything but sensation, his body succumbing to Jordan’s touch. When he thought the pleasure couldn’t soar any higher, Jordan reached beneath Luke and grasped his rigid cock, stroking it with hard, long pulls. Luke knew he was so far gone it wouldn’t take much, and within minutes, uncontrollable desire barreled through him like a runaway freight train. Shattered into tiny pieces, Luke came, spilling himself over Jordan’s hands and sheets. He then collapsed facedown on the bed, heart pounding, his breathing unsteady.
Jordan stilled, his cock remaining buried deep within Luke. The strain in his voice was apparent as he spoke. “Are you all right? Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Somehow he managed to dredge up the ability to speak. “I’m thinking you need to move.” He reached out his hand, and Jordan grabbed it. “Now.”
Jordan complied, snapping his hips hard, thrusting himself deep within Luke’s willing body. Trust in their relationship, and having the faith to accept what he’d done and move on, freed Luke to take this step. Most of all, loving Jordan opened Luke up to jump headfirst into the love that drenched him as Jordan climaxed, leaving them both shaking and sated. Their damp bodies stuck to one another, and Luke loved how every inch of Jordan’s pale skin fused to his, connecting them as the throbs of pleasure continued to ripple through him.
Jordan buried his face in Luke’s curls and nuzzled his neck. “You smell fantastic.”
“You’re pretty fantastic yourself, you know?” Luke stretched and groaned. Jordan’s softening cock slipped out of his sensitive passage, and he hissed a bit. Almost immediately, Luke missed that comforting warmth, even though Jordan remained next to him. Who would have ever thought he’d be a greedy lover, yet here he was, the compulsion to keep touching Jordan’s skin so strong Luke reached out to trail his fingers over the tight, corded muscles of Jordan’s thigh simply to keep the physical contact between them.
“Did I hurt you?” Jordan removed the condom and tied it off to drop in the wastebasket, then lay back down next to him. He propped himself up on his elbow to stare into Luke’s eyes. “I was worried.”
“I know, and you should stop. You didn’t hurt me. I loved it.” Luke grabbed Jordan around his neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss. “And I love you and that hot body of yours. But how do you feel? Are you ready to start the detox?”
Jordan lay sprawled on Luke’s chest and played with his hair. “Yeah. I want to be normal again. I feel like this is a whole new beginning for us as different people. You’ve finally broken free of the pain you endured when you were so young, and I’m ready to admit I’m not strong enough to handle my problem, and I can’t kick this on my own.”
Luke rolled over to trap Jordan underneath him and stared into his face. God, he was so damn beautiful. Movie-star beautiful. Even after hot, sweaty sex, with his hair in tangles, he had a certain elegance about him that set him apart from everyone else.
“What are you staring at me for?” Jordan raised a blond brow, a smile tugging at his lips.
“I feel so damn lucky.” Luke’s hand idly stroked Jordan’s shoulder, the skin smooth under his touch. “I’m waiting for someone to trip me or smack me in the head, telling me it’s all a dream and I don’t deserve to be with you or be happy.” Self-conscious at his heartfelt declaration, Luke tried to turned away, but Jordan wouldn’t allow him to break eye contact.
Staring deep into Luke’s eyes, Jordan’s honesty shone bright in his clear-eyed gaze. “You’re the only thing that’s kept me sane all these months. That’s why it was killing me, knowing I was lying to you, behaving like a weak, selfish fool.”
“Darlin’, you are many things, but a fool isn’t one of them.” Luke’s lips quirked in a smile, but Jordan remained serious.
“Stay here with me while I go through this detox. Please? Even if I act like a bastard or say stupid things I don’t mean.” He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. “I’m scared, Lucas. I don’t know what’s going to happen.”
It must have taken every bit of courage Jordan had to put aside his massive ego to admit his fear. “Hey, Prep School. I’ll always be here for you.”
Visible relief flooded Jordan’s face. “Thank you,” he whispered. “I need you. I need you so much.”
